Luyện nghe bài hát Top Back (Remix)

Creme de la creme homie, top shelf ya
I like my beat down low, down low, down low, low, down low, down low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back
Ay holla if ya like ya beat down low, low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let

Ay holla if ya like ya down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low, down low
I my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let back, let back

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch

I'm the man in my city, nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm a known drug I always have fifties
And the thugs and the killers was all in wit' me
SS's on twenty-sixes, watchin' some
Shorty, I'm never slippin', got the in vision
And to pop the clip in, ready to get to trippin'
Ready to show folks a celebrity pistol whippin'
stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but
Addicted to fast livin', yes, I'm one of my children
Think I'm bad now, you should a seen me I had children
Give dick to ya daddy's daughter and they oughta children
Hope he got some insurance I definitely have some endurance
Kill her in and drive her ass to Missouri
Still my wet pet drippin' while I'm woodgrain

I my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I got this Squad Click; I know you heard about us
Young niggaz filthy rich, and we ain't worried much
On this glock I
In God I trust, if a punk start, bet his heart I bust
Got ya and the broad in ya car fucked up
What ya under thought a star wouldn't bust
I got the heart and the guts on this I blow
ten bricks daily, tryin' to twerk five mo'
Ya see the swervin' down Hollywood Road
On the flyest in Cali, fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my partner Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, dudes I'm a pro
With a loaded fo' fo' and a quarter of blow
(Hey), nigga, don't you hit me you buyin' six or mo'
My twenty-four blades glistenin', and my 808

I like my beat down low and my top let
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the
Ya ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit and ya windows pitch black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya sit high and ya windows pitch black

I wear the down under, man, somebody better tell 'em
'For I spit a hundred rounds and have everybody
I got some bitches in a Benz and my partners in the
And now we ridin' and Asani's on Pirellis
If ya think ya tryin' to run up on me, just forget it
The clip in the chopper long as ya leg and leave ya
Pistol way in the truck, and my on tuck
Ya think he ain't stuck, you got life fucked up
A couple stiches in ya hip will ya night fucked up
he live? Will he die? Guess he might luck up
Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferarri a light for a buck
Against Lamborghini Gallardo time I get a car

I like my down low and my top let back
Can see me twenty-fours with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let
If ya rims sit high and ya windows black

I like my beat low and my top let back
Can see me ridin' twenty-fours a chopper in the back
Ya like ya hot and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya pitch black